The Besotted

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I came back from buying bread and airtime to a match already set--

On the benches under the big tree, in the mid-afternoon sun shining hot and bright in the slums of Gauteng--

Nebula's grandparents are facing off again over a situation that truly speaking has absolutely nothing to do with them.

I mean no offense to abantu abadala, but grand grand only two people should be making decisions here, and that's me and Vivid. Instead of just being asked for our opinions, we should be settling this between the two of us.

Luckily, he didn't bring the whole brigade today. It's just him and his parents, one of which is not even trying to be amicable.

Then it's my mom and I, and one of the things I love about her is this cool exterior thing she does when she's absolutely pissed-- always calm and collected. Cool as a cucumber. Kind of reminds me of Mr. Somebody, but we won't think about him today.

I know she is dying to lay this woman out, but her beliefs and good upbringing have her just staring her down with the most bored expression I've ever seen on her face.

Today, I'm doing the talking and setting the record clear as the one woman here who carried that little girl inside of me.

I think Mam'Pinky might have mistaken my behaviour the other day and took me for some docile, meek little girl that they can fuck around with.

She should know better at this point, I've made it clear before that no matter how much they hate me and go out of their way to show me, the only reason they're still standing on their little pedestals around this township is because my baby is still safer with them than she is with me...

As soon as that's no longer the case, God forgive me but I'm going to shit on this woman the likes of which have never been seen before.

I'm at my tipping point, I've withstood too much and taken too much from her. The things she and her kids have said and done to me have brought my own mother to tears on more than one occasion.

Now she is here in her Truworths dress, sitting in my chair and looking down at me from the corner of her fucking dumb nose, unnecessarily twirling the keys of her BMW, iPhone clutched in her hand...

She's here threatening to take me to court over my own child, "I can very easily proof how unfit of a parent you are and have your rights taken away Enhle," She says with malice.

"Ma-" That's Vivid's weak attempt to call her to order. He looks as sick of her shit as I am, just in a very exhausted.

However, my focus is on this woman who she thinks she knows me because she had some hand in raising me--- thinks she's playing on my weak spots, pressing my buttons, since she knows I don't have the money for a lawyer.

"Mam'Pinky, I don't think I can make it any clearer than I have," I've leaned in a bit to still show respect, "There's really nothing more I can say."

There's actually so much more, but I'm firm on the fact that my child is not changing her surname and complicating her life with unnecessary nonsense.

Besides the fact that I don't want her to have a different surname from me, it's the only thing that she has of me over there and I know it's not anything really but it gives me peace of mind that I'll get her back with me eventually and that she'll always remember who she is if I fail to...